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I'll offer you eternal bliss...

...for total damnation.

1 September 1979
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PARADOX - Function: noun
1. a tenet contrary to received opinion.
2. a statement that is seemingly contradictory or opposed to common sense and yet is perhaps true/an argument that apparently derives self-contradictory conclusions by valid deduction from acceptable premises.

CONTRADICTION - Function: noun
1. a statement or phrase whose parts contradict each other.
2. logical incongruity; a situation in which inherent factors, actions, or propositions are inconsistent or contrary to one another.

I am the former, not the latter.
All of my beliefs and seeming contradictions coexist as part of a single truth.
You can't fully understand one part of me without recognizing an equal and opposite portion lurking somewhere in my psyche. If that bothers you, just give up.
I'm my own opposite reaction to my every action. I am a pendulum.
I'm a mystery religion, irreconcilable through logic, based entirely in faith and ecstasy.
On the surface I'm both random and predictable. Look a little deeper, ask for an explanation, and you'll find a person who is cohesive, whose over-inclusiveness doesn't preclude cohesiveness.
Of course...that doesn't mean that I'm not a confused mess.

"The other terror that scares us from self-trust is our consistency; a reverence for our past act or word, because the eyes of others have no other data for computing our orbit than our past acts, and we are loath to disappoint them...
...A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do. He may as well concern himself with his shadow on the wall. Speak what you think now in hard words, and to-morrow speak what to-morrow thinks in hard words again, though it contradict every thing you said to-day."
--Ralph Waldo Emerson Self Reliance

I come from, and still choose to live in, the place where my family has lived on the good graces of the land for centuries. We have a temperate climate...a long growing season occasionally interrupted by hurricanes. We have "rich soil"--meaning it's half swamp muck and half sand. We have mosquitoes who could probably carry off livestock if they developed any sense of class consciousness. The residents are an interesting lot who make up for their shortage of teeth with an abundance of character.
It's a place as convoluted as I am, requiring blind acceptance and willingness to look past the obviousness of its appearance as a Southern podunk full of cornfields and swamps.
I probably share DNA with the very dirt (...and sand...and swamp muck) and the family resemblance is obvious.

The point of this gibbering?
I'm a force of nature and, for all our scientific learning, weather forecasters still have trouble predicting whether it really is going to rain tomorrow much less where a hurricane will hit.

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